laughing at you
a giraffe who can talk.wouldn't that be far out!(as mr. emery would say)
from cash to kyuss, orange goblin to riot, mr. dylan's the man, darkwaters of pirate. punky to faggy, doomy to loud, this farm's just like maggie's, it's upside the down. wheels within wheels, suck my fucking kiss, hold it together with needles and pins, stone ur queen in this age of, "If Only," the devil makes three, but the devil is lonely. hole in the sky, glitch in the clock, the sword never dies, nor do the aurochs
bob dylan in his prime